Starbucks is the Antichrist....

....and that bitch of a mermaid is the first horseman of the apocalypse*. How I would have loved to see her end up on a bed of ice at the old Fulton Street Fish Market. I've got to go and paint my hallway so I'll get right to the heart of it. It's small, medium and large people! Sorry, I forgot my Starbucks to English dictionary at home. At six feet two, I'm tall. A cup of coffee just isn't.

Therefore, sometime in mid-July I'm going to stage a protest outside of the Astor Place Starbucks here in NYC. To me that place is the nexus of the Starbucks universe. Did you realize there are three, yes three, Starbucks within like 300 feet of eachother? Anyway, I plan on having a little picket sign and a petition for customers sign if they want them to start using S,M and L. Actually, I couldn't give a crap-a-chino, I just feel like having a little fun this summer.

If you're interested in joining the picket line, or just coming to watch, let me know. I'll make sure you get the details on the date and time, which will also be posted here on Sherb Land. I've even got a videographer to film this little social experiment for posterity. Plus we can use the tape as evidence when the Starbucks hoods try and beat on us like something out of the 1999 WTO meeting in Seattle. Bring your own gas mask.

*By the way, I am serious about her being the first horseman of the apocalypse. The rider of the white horse is said to wear a crown (just like that smelly Starbucks fish) and represent the Antichrist.

"And I saw . . . a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer." Yup, conquering every block to bring you a soy mocha-frappa-whappa-choco-chino.

Hugs and kisses,
-Sherb